Lyra Parish - Weak for Him

After dinner, I sat by the heated pool with my feet dangling in the steamy water. All the other girls were gone, which seemed to be the norm lately. The water dragged between my toes as I read a novel about witches and magic love potions. I laid back on the rock surface and continued to read. I only had a few more chapters left.

As I turned the next page, I saw Mr. Felton standing above me.

"You shouldn't be out here while it's this windy. You might get a cold."

"Why do you care?"

His eyes narrowed in on me. "Because it's my job."

I closed the book and tried to walk away. Mr. Felton grabbed my arm, the one without the book and pulled me toward him.

"Why are you leaving so quickly?"

"It's bedtime. I need to be rested for my trip tomorrow."

"You're a horrible liar."

"So are you."

He tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth, and then let it fall back into place. A small gesture, but one that said I had hit the nail on the head.

"I'm ready to get this over with. That's all. I feel…"

"Go on. Finish."

"I have too much sexual tension built up inside of me. You're driving me crazy. I want to experience sex and get it over with. It's a fucking burden."

He stared at me and didn't say a word.

"I've said too much. Etiquette training didn't work, did it?"

"Saying too much with clients and being truthful with me are completely different."

I sighed and tried to walk away.

"Come here." The demand in his tone made me cower.

He moved my hair over my shoulders and tucked the loose pieces behind my ears. The wind blew, causing hair to become disheveled and out of place. He stared into my eyes as if he were searching for the answer to a question. I stared back. Little pieces of his greens mixed with browns creating the perfect representation of autumn. I envied those eyes, that color, the ones that seemed to stand out in the night.

"I'm sorry about your wife," I said.

"Who told you?"

"The internet," I said making sure not to tell on Lori. His face went dark, and then he composed himself.

"Oh, yes. Must have gotten days' worth of reads from that. What else did you learn?"

"Your birthday, past girlfriends, your age, net worth, you know, everything all the rumor sites possibly could post about the hottest fucking CEO under the age of thirty, as one webpage put it. Did you know you have your own fan page? I wanted to warn them about how much of an asshole you were, and how half of those things weren't true but—"

Mr. Felton's lips were kissing my collarbone, trailing up my neck, and nibbling on my earlobe.

"Sometimes you should really learn to shut the fuck up," he whispered.

I reached down and grabbed his cock from the outside of his pants. He groaned. He was hard, ready for me.

I placed my lips on the outside of his ear, and my breath caught when his hands found their way up my shirt, pinching my nipples.

"You should learn to take your own advice," I mumbled.

And then his lips were on my mouth, and we were lost in each other's taste. His lips, so soft, nibbled on my bottom lip, and then his tongue wrestled with mine. I should have been surprised, but a part of me wasn't. My body instantly responded to his touches, sweet kisses on my neck, and fingers through my hair.

"You're still an asshole," I whispered into his mouth. His kisses deepened, and the amount of want and longing in them took my breath away. We were taking steps back until we both fell into the pool fully clothed.

I bust out laughing

He roughly undressed me, removed my shirt and bra, pants and panties. We were in the water, and he was taking off his shirt. Our bodies completely wet in the warmness. He pushed me against the side and smiled.

My body wanted him. Needed him. He put his arms on the edge of the pool, pinning me against the cement wall. The water felt so good, and his mouth was roving over mine again. My lips ached with intense kisses, and he continued to watch my body respond, listen to me moan, and allow me to grab his soaking wet hair in my fists.

"What are you doing to me?" he asked.

I wanted it. I wanted him. I couldn't answer.

His hands were on my breast, were on my sex, were running through my hair, and I was unzipping his wet pants, hoping that we would go further, wanting to go further. Lust was ablaze, and it would burn the whole world down if we let it.

"You're making me feel… fucking amazing," I whispered.

He pulled his soaking wet pants up and told me no with his eyes. But then guided his fingers between me. I pushed into him, letting my hips guide me. Letting the passion lead the way, he barely dipped his finger inside of me, continuing to pleasure until the feeling of sweet release built. He trailed himself up my body, over my breasts until his finger was in my mouth. I sucked, and his eyes lit up with lust.

"I want to taste you ," he whispered.

"You're a greedy thing aren't you?" I whispered.

He pushed his erection harder onto me, and I was wrapping my legs around him and touching myself while I floated in the water.

I closed my eyes and brought my hands to his. The little bump between my legs felt swollen. I began to move two fingers on top of it until my body fully responded and begged me to give it more. The motions became more frequent, and I removed my hand before I completely let myself go.

Oh. The feeling. I panted and moaned as I arched my back.

"Moan louder. I want to hear you."

"Oh. Oh, Finn," I screamed his name.

And he was biting my neck and my shoulders, and coating me with licks and kisses as I continued to push myself closer to the edge.

"That's fucking sexy when you say my name."

I closed my eyes as the build started all over my body again, and my muscles became tenser than before. The movements became faster, deeper, harder, the same as my moans until I couldn't handle it anymore.

"I think I'm about to…" I forced out between pants, and then he dipped his finger inside of me and I touched myself more slowly. Allowing the orgasm to build until it was almost painful, until I felt like I couldn't breathe. Then I was bucking and moaning his name. I wrapped my arms around his neck while I lost myself in the water. Deep breaths and rapid heartbeats followed along with hard longing kisses. When I finally opened my eyes, Finn watched me, hungrily.

"I love it when you scream my name," he whispered.

I wanted to talk, but he placed a finger over my mouth, moved the damp hair from my forehead. This was no time to talk. No words could describe the feeling of him kissing me or being so close and intimate in the pool.

"Don't ruin this with stupid words," he said, and then kissed me like tomorrow would never come.

The morning came quick, almost as fast as I did the night before, and I woke with a start. As I received my itinerary and curfew, Mr. Felton couldn't stop talking about how I would make one of his clients very happy.

Stupid ass client talk.

Jesse met me at the door with my morning vitamins and mumbled something about how she was glad I was on the birth control shot and complained about how I should learn to be more punctual like her. Ignoring her bitchiness, I walked out of the door as I saw the Volvo pull into the drive.

Luke opened my car door with a smile and loaded my suitcases. I had no clue where we were going. Not an idea, no hint, nothing. Surprises, weren't they lovely?

"Do you want to know where we're going?"

"Yes, please. Pretty, please? Pretty, pretty please?"

He wouldn't tell me. He dropped hints like "it's not the beach, but it's close." Okay, so we were going somewhere warm.

Once we checked our bags, Luke handed me a ticket to Hobby Airport.